I hate that my support system
Needs my support.
I can’t help someone else
If I can’t help myself.
I can’t cry for me
I’m expected to cry for you.
When I cry you say it’s gonna be okay.
When you cry I say the same
Only you say it’s ******* and I’m making it up
You say I’ll never know enough
When have I ever lied to you.
Why do I have to believe you
But you can’t believe me.
When I show you the cuts on my wrist
You say I’m stupid
yeah, I get the gist.
When you show me the cuts on your wrist
I kiss them and say I love all of you.
And you sit there and cry
Telling me I don’t understand.
So we cry together
Mourning different things.
You mourn life.
While I mourn my sanity.